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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Epilogue
     The computer screen flashed the results of the murderer winning again. With his siblings whining in the background, Venturian turned to the camera, “That, is all for this time. If you enjoyed this video of us bringing back the game of Muuuurder and me dominating the game like in old times, leave a like, leave a comment, and we’ll see you, next time.” He gave his classic salute and ended the recording.
     “Man! That was fun!” Issac cheered.
     “Yeah,” Cierra agreed, “No wonder our fans wanted this back.”
     “It's like nothing changed.” HomelessGoomba smiled, “Including Bethany’s ability to die first.”
     “Hey!” The ginger snapped, “I'm just out of practice.”
     “Sure you are.” Jordan laughs, “Anyways, let’s go to the kitchen. I'm getting kinda hungry.
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 13
     Papa and Billy Acachalla had been hitchhiking across the state, getting kicked out of the cars they had gotten rides from. Whether it was out of annoyance or fear, neither of them could tell.
     At the moment, they had no time to think about their creator’s troubles. “Papa,” Billy complained, “I’m bored.”
     “Then make yourself unbored.” Papa told his son.
     “How am I supposed to do that?” he whined.
     “I don’t know!” the Kentucky man snapped, “Maybe there’s something inside the menu you can entertain yourself with. Maybe a mod or somthin’. Just quit botherin’ me.”
     With Annabelle in hand, Papa and Billy continued on their way. As Billy scrolled through some of the mods, “Sonic screwdriver, nah. Waffle gun? That would be more fun if Sally was with us…”
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 12
     Nobody said anything as they went deeper into the forest. That gut feeling BethanyFrye had earlier was still nagging at her. She thought Jordan would be more talkative than this, especially saying he’s had nobody to talk to for months. He could’ve trained himself to keep quiet for his own sake so Jimmy wouldn’t hurt him. If that was all, she’d be fine. Another thing that bothered her was the difference between the Jordan that ran out of the forest and the one that marched back in. That change in confidence didn’t feel right to her, neither did the way he carried himself. For being with Jimmy for as long as he was, you’d think he’d at least be a little shaken to come back here, even if it was to do the right thing. Yet, he walked without a single fear in the world. She guessed that’s just who Jordan was. Someone who could be up and chipper, even after they’ve gone through hell. That is the Jordan she knew.
 
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 11
    “Out of all the things we could’ve faced,” Johnny Ghost complained, “and we get the one we can’t manipulate!” As soon as ImmortalKyodai, HomelessGoomba, Johnny Toast, and Johnny Ghost had got onto the main highway to Vermont, traffic hit them hard. The car had barely moved five miles in half an hour.
    “There was a reason why we’re not using the no clip and teleportation in our bracelets, sir,” The Brit told him, “Rules of ‘reality’ here are much riskier here and could cause-,”
    “Dangerous side effects. I remember!” Ghost snapped, “You don’t need to tell me a thousand times!”
    “Only when you whine about it a thousand times.”
    Ghost crossed his arms and grumbled, “I don’t whine. I ‘express my concerns’,” The paranormal investigators were awkwardly crammed into the backseats,
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 10
Bethany had sunk back into the living room couch, going through what happened again.
       “Do you have them yet?” Isaac asked.
       “You must be patient, HomelessGoomba,” Toast said, “These things can take a whi-,” her eyes widened, “Son of Venturiantale, I got it!”
       “What?” Johnny cried, “It can take hours to locate something like this. That took no more than fifteen minutes! How?”
       “I-it has to be a faster connection,” Toast stuttered, “For some reason, the Zero world has a better internet connection than us.” As she looked further into the coordinates, her brow furrowed, “Huh.”
       “What is it?” Cierra asked.
       Toast tilted her head, “I- I think Casket is in North Vermont.” She zoomed in on the hologram,
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 9
      In a local 7-11, a cashier was bored out of his mind. He played with the cash machine buttons and observed the empty store. “Who in the hell,” he thought, “Is up at eleven at night to come eat a freaking hot dog?” Of course there was the occasional drunkard or cheap bachelorette party but, for the most part, the graveyard shift is utterly boring.
     Unless you see a shotgun shell fire through the doors, shattering the glass and setting off the burglary alarm. The cashier jolted awake, nearly falling to the ground. When he cautiously stood up he saw a bald, chubby man with a small 12 year old kid. A hostage? Didn’t look like it. When the man made eye contact with him, his heart sank. The middle aged man stomped towards the twenty-three year old, with the kid not far behind. The bald man aimed the shotgun at the cashier, “You can have the money,” the cashier carefully told him, as he was taught
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 8
    This portal was the strangest rift P.I.E had ever gone through. Johnny Ghost came out of the portal, twirling and disoriented. Luckily, Ghost had an iron stomach. He had to get one after what Casket had put him through. As soon as he got his grip, Johnny Toast fell out of the portal and on top of him, causing each of them to plant onto the ground. Ghost brushed off the dirt and looked at his partner. He let out a little whelp. What he saw nearly made him jump out of his skin. While Toast was slightly alarmed by this sight of his boss, he was more concerned by Ghost’s reaction to him. “What, sir?” Johnny Ghost couldn’t say a word. He simply pointed. When Toast looked down, he was even more terrified than his boss. Or, should I say, she was even more terrified than her boss? He had the same apparel in Gmod, as did Ghost, but, the anatomy was all wrong. Toast had … girl stuff. He was female.
    When Ghost got over the shock, he
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 7
They couldn't believe it. After four months, Johnny Ghost and Johnny Toast found a way to get past the fourth wall while maintaining their Gmod abilities. Without them, they both knew they’d be screwed. In front of them were six bracelets. Each of them looked like rounded, green computer chips. When on the wearer’s wrist, they hold all the effects and traits of the dimension they were in when applied. It also gave the wearer power to create a dimensional rift to travel wherever they wished; in this case, the zero world. “Are you sure we needed to make some for the Acachallas?” Ghost questioned, looking over the bracelets on the table.
    “Yes,” Toast nodded, “We need all the help we can get.”
    “I understand that but, of all people, over Vahl, and Cywren, and Asylum, you want to bring the Acachalla family?”
    “Too hard to contact them. Besides, you know just as well as I do they&
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 6
It was cold. The air was tense. The dead body of a young woman was found in a dark alleyway. She was stabbed to death. The police had almost cleared the area and were ready to retrieve the body for an autopsy. It was risky business because the body had been stabbed so many times, the head and limbs were fragile. As the rookie officer and forensic specialist prepared the body, someone was waiting above them on a darkened window sill. His jeans and blue hoodie were soaked in blood, making reddish purple splotches on the cheap blue hoodie, with a red triangle and a yellow V over it. His knife was covered with crimson, much like his eyes. He had blood red eyes with only tiny black specs for pupils. He also had dark brown hair, somewhat concealing the monster behind them. The murderer released a maniacal laugh, scaring each of them. He jumps down from the sill with an usual mixture of bluntness and grace, his knife clearly shining in the moonlight. “Hello!” The madman greets wit
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We Think We're Immortal
We think life is forever;
It'll always be there;
Nothing's going to change.
There's nothing after us;
We're the beginning and have no the end.
Things will always be the same.
We won't get older;
We won't have the chance to grow up;
We won't die.
Nothing is further from the truth.
One day, we'll all become adults;
One day, we'll mature, one way or another;
One day, we’ll face beautiful things;
One day, we’ll face ugly things;
One day, we’ll live what we never thought we would.
Once we've lived long enough we'll have that experience enough to know it well.
Then, it'll stop;
Experiences, breathing;
Everything.
It could be today;
It could be 50 years from now;
But, one day, our books will have to close;
And others will open.
We’ll barely know what hit us;
It'll just come.
But that's okay.
Life is not supposed to be immortal.
Mortality teaches us to act instead of wait;
We won't have forever to do something.
It teaches us to consider our choices and the consequences
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 5
    Jordan felt like a little kid walking into the principal’s office as he walked into that interrogation room. He sat down and the door was slammed behind him. Jordan got up to check if it was locked. It was so. Thus, he sat back down. At least he wasn't handcuffed. Venturian had no idea what he'd say once someone came in. Something told him if he talked about Casket and how he made him attack Bethany, that would not end well. Jordan had to make sure Jimmy Casket was under his thumb and not the over way around. “Great job,” He thought to himself, “You let Jimmy take control and now, you're in an interrogation room with no idea what's going on.”
    Jimmy Casket decided to butt into Venturian’s thoughts. “Don't you worry your hosty little head about a thing. I can get us out of here and off the grid faster than you can say your name.”
    Although he was startled by the madman’
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 4
    It's been a week since Casket decided to become a part of Venturian's life. In the day, Jimmy Casket was practically nonexistent. Jordan could edit videos and do whatever without his disturbance. It was at night when the fun began. The nightmares were always a little different every night but, they always ended in one of his siblings getting hurt. This time, it was raining. Venturian was running through a maze, hearing Jimmy Casket’s laughter not far behind him. His laughing motivated him to run more. Eventually Jordan hit a dead end and turned around, seeing Casket soaked in a mix of rain and blood. As he approached, Venturian backed into the dead end, terrified. His murderous twin came so close, Jordan could smell the metallic scent of fresh blood on him. Venturian tried to shove Jimmy away from him but, the madman wouldn't budge. All the psychopath did in response was grin and say, “What’s the matter? Isn't this a fun secret to keep?”
 
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 3
    From the moment he woke up, Johnny Ghost, Paranormal Investigator Extraordinaire, knew something was off. First of all, his night was peaceful and dreamless. More specifically, he had no nightmares. When the fogginess of sleep wore off a bit, he noticed something was missing. Not from his bedroom but, inside him. It left like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders. A sinking feeling quickly took its place when he realized why he felt this way. Johnny jumped out of bed and barged into the next room. There his partner and employee, Johnny Toast was rudely awoken by the break in. “For the hundredth time,” Toast nagged Ghost in a thick British accent. “Please knock before you-,”
    “Casket’s gone.”
    That woke Toast up real good. He fully took off his sleeping mask and got out of bed. “Gone? What do you mean gone?!”
    “I don't feel him anymore!”
    “Could
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 2
    “How could've it ended like that!?” Issac complained, “We so had them!”
    “Obviously, we didn't. If we pressed on, we would've been shot with paintball guns.” Jordan said.
    “We would've been fine if you didn't surrender.”
    Venturian looked at his brother in disbelief. “Do you not remember what happened last time we had a paintball fight with Cierra and Bethany?” Jordan rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie to show the nasty welt on his right arm. “It's been two months and we still have marks!”
    HomelessGoomba winced in pain at the memory of those 3 paintball pellets that were fired little too close to his manhood. Bethany was always a lousy shot but, luckily, not so bad a shot that he ended up neutered. “You had to bring that up, didn't you? I was really close to forgetting that.”
    Jordan laughed. “One cannot simply forget
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The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 1
    It was cold. The air was tense. The dead body of a young woman was found. She was stabbed to death. The police have almost cleared the area and were ready to retrieve the body for an autopsy. It was risky business because the body had been stabbed so many times, the head and limbs were fragile. As the rookie officer and forensic specialist prepared the body, someone was waiting above them on a darkened window sill. His jeans and blue hoodie were soaked in blood, making reddish purple splotches on the cheap blue hoodie with a red triangle and a yellow V over it. His knife was covered with crimson, much like his eyes. He had blood red eyes with only tiny black specs for pupils and dark brown hair, somewhat concealing the monster behind them. The murderer released a maniacal laugh, scaring each of them. He jumps down from the sill with an usual mixture of bluntness and grace, his knife clearly shining in the moonlight. “Hello!” The madman greets with an eerie smi
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Artemis Taylor
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I am a weird kid who loves to write and I want to show it to the world.

Some of my personal interests are:
Acting/Performing Arts
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     The computer screen flashed the results of the murderer winning again. With his siblings whining in the background, Venturian turned to the camera, “That, is all for this time. If you enjoyed this video of us bringing back the game of Muuuurder and me dominating the game like in old times, leave a like, leave a comment, and we’ll see you, next time.” He gave his classic salute and ended the recording.
     “Man! That was fun!” Issac cheered.
     “Yeah,” Cierra agreed, “No wonder our fans wanted this back.”
     “It's like nothing changed.” HomelessGoomba smiled, “Including Bethany’s ability to die first.”
     “Hey!” The ginger snapped, “I'm just out of practice.”
     “Sure you are.” Jordan laughs, “Anyways, let’s go to the kitchen. I'm getting kinda hungry.”
     “Same here,” Isaac agreed. Venturian ended the Skype call, closed Gmod, and got up. As he did, he heard a shrill, high-pitched laughter, startling him. Thank you for bringing me back. I promise I'll return- The voice was cut off and there was a scuttle with some indistinct words he couldn’t make out. He could’ve sworn one of the voices sounded like his own.
     However, he was quickly distracted by the sound of something running into his door. Jordan was willing to bet good money he knew who it was. Isaac was always a bit clumsy. Venturian grabbed a nerf gun nearby and readied himself outside the door. When he least expected it, HomelessGoomba threw the door open, causing Jordan to fall onto his back in the hallway. Venturian managed to grab his younger brother by the shirt, bringing Isaac down with him. Each of the boys were laughing hysterically.
     Once HomelessGoomba got his barring, he went for the blow horn he came downstairs with and blew it in his brother’s face, causing a new wave of laughter between the two. The laughter calmed down a bit and Jordan went for his nerf gun, shooting Isaac in the arm, causing him to let out a little yelp.
     HomelessGoomba jumped back and began to run up the stairs to the main floor, “Come and get me, old man.” He taunted.
     “Oh, I’ll show you who’s getting old!” Jordan retorted, firing a few more shots at the staircase. Just as he was about to go after Isaac, Venturian stopped. He felt a little uneasy. Jordan turned to his bedroom door. Something wasn’t right.
     “You okay, Jordan?” Isaac asked. He had made his way over when he noticed Jordan wasn’t following him to the main floor.
     Venturian shook it off and grinned at his brother, “You just had to ruin my room, didn’t you?”
     “Ruin it?” Isaac snorted, “I didn’t touch your room. You’re the one who hasn’t cleaned it in a week!”
     “Coming from you! You haven’t cleaned your room since we’ve moved!” Jordan fired a few more shots at Isaac and out of ammunition, “Dang it!”
     “Serves you right!” HomelessGoomba fake pouted, “Shooting at an unarmed kid.” He started up the stairs again.
     “You haven’t been a kid for about a year, now! You’re 19!”
     Isaac swung around on the staircase, “Getting old is a biological fact. Growing up is optional.” He swirled around and continued marching up the stairs.  
     “You got that right.” Jordan agreed under his breath, chasing Isaac up the stairs, forgetting entirely about what happened in his room, never to be touched by the tortures of Jimmy Casket.
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Epilogue
Whelp, that was shorter than I thought it would be but, hey, it was a fun little way to tie everything in a little bow. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me as long as they have. I know I didn't do my best in some spots but, this was a hoot and a half to write. Don't get me wrong, this most definitely isn't the end of my writing. Many different (and more original) tales are to come in the near future. Thank you so much. Love you all!

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     Papa and Billy Acachalla had been hitchhiking across the state, getting kicked out of the cars they had gotten rides from. Whether it was out of annoyance or fear, neither of them could tell.
     At the moment, they had no time to think about their creator’s troubles. “Papa,” Billy complained, “I’m bored.”
     “Then make yourself unbored.” Papa told his son.
     “How am I supposed to do that?” he whined.
     “I don’t know!” the Kentucky man snapped, “Maybe there’s something inside the menu you can entertain yourself with. Maybe a mod or somthin’. Just quit botherin’ me.”
     With Annabelle in hand, Papa and Billy continued on their way. As Billy scrolled through some of the mods, “Sonic screwdriver, nah. Waffle gun? That would be more fun if Sally was with us…”
     “Thank Venturiantale she isn’t.” Papa mumbled to himself.
     Even though his very ‘interesting’ son was keeping his mind occupied, he was worried about Sally and Gertrude. All he could do is hope that is wife and daughter were doing alright. Maybe they already found Venturian and the others. The thought of the creators made him worry as well. He hoped that they were doing okay too- “Hey!” Billy cried, “Johnny Toast put in The Bird Wings Mod!” Papa’s heart fell to the floor. What was he- what was she thinking? “Hold me, Papa!” Billy leapt into his father’s arms and ragdolled in his arms, shoving Papa’s shotgun to the ground.
     Papa Acachalla let out a huff of air, “Well, this can only end badly.”
After about a minute of awkward standing around, Billy popped back to life with large white wings on his back, “KA-KAW!” Papa dropped his son on the ground and ran for Annabelle, “Come on, Papa! Let’s fly.”
     “No, Billy. Let’s not fly.”
     “KA-KAW!” he screeched, retrieving a physics gun from the menu.  
     “Billy! Stop this right now! You’re acting like a-” Billy activated the gun on his father, forcing him to shut up.
     “I can’t stop, Papa! I’m a bird! And I don’t care. Cause I’m a-” He thrusted the gun up into the air, causing Papa Acachalla to lose connection with the thin line that held him to it, “Whoops.” Billy darted into the air and caught up to his dad. He re-established a connection between the gun and Papa, “I got you!”
     “I swear,” he shook his head, “You are the dumbest kid in the whole freaking universe.”
     “I know.” Billy grinned. The physics gun couldn’t hold Papa’s weight and they began to fall out of the sky. Below them was a dense forest, fortunately. Unfortunately, Papa snapped most of the twigs from out under them, causing them to land on the, hard, rocky dirt. When they looked up, there was a complete clearing for the sun to go through the forest. Billy whistled, “You’re heavy, Papa.”
     “I’m not heavy!” Papa snapped, “I’m thick. There’s a difference.”
     “Not really.”
     The Kentucky man was ready to shoot his son in the head when they heard a shrill, high-pitched laughter. It sent chills down each of their spines. Papa and Billy looked each other in the eye. Only one person they knew had a laugh like that. They snuck over to the noise and saw a small clearing to a worn-down building.      
     They hid behind a few bushes to see what was going on. They saw that Jimmy Casket had a gun aimed at HomelessGoomba and Bethany Frye, who was in Isaac’s arms, while Johnny Ghost and Toast were placing something one the ground. It was the bracelets. What on earth were they thinking?
     Gertrude and Sally were on the ground. Papa couldn’t tell if they couldn’t get up or were told not to by the idiotic psychopath. Gertrude was looking around, probably for a way for all of them to escape. When she spotted her husband, she was both elated and horrified. She didn’t want her husband to get involved in this too.
     Papa was just about to storm into the place as Gertrude quickly shook her head at him. He saw her eyes say ‘Don’t go in there yet. It’s too dangerous’. Against every bone in his body, against the core aggressive instinct that is Papa Acachalla, he obeyed. Papa pointed his gun at Casket, waiting for his wife’s command.  
     They saw Jimmy Casket smile, “Good PIEs,” he turned to Isaac and Cierra, “You know, Johnny was right, I’m going to shoot you anyways,” Papa steadied his gun, “Goodbye.” The shotgun shell flew out of the barrel, causing Jimmy to miss BethanyFrye and HomelessGoomba. The shell graze the side of his head and blew up on the concrete floor. Jimmy fell to the ground, making sure the hit wasn’t too bad.
     Papa jumped out of his hiding place and headed straight for Gertrude and Sally, trying to help them up, “Are you two alright?” He didn’t let either of his girls answer, “You son of Venturian,” Papa growled at Jimmy, “What do you think you’re doing?”
     Jimmy was getting to his feet as Papa Acachalla threw his fist at the madman. He grabbed the fist being swung at him, “Eh-eh-eh,” Jimmy warned, “Are you sure you want to do that?”
     “What the heck are you talking about?” He swung again.
     Jimmy dodged it with ease, “It’s not like if I hurt you or Ghost,” he explained, a mad look sparkling in his eye, “Frye and I are connected on a very different level,” Jimmy disconnected himself from Jordan’s body.
     Venturian regained his consciousness, “Papa Acachalla?”
     “Shut up! I’m in the middle of something,” Jimmy exclaimed, turning his attention back to Papa, “You hit me, you hit Venturian. Kill me, you kill him. And you know what would happen if he died.” Papa bit his tongue. He and the other avatars have heard about characters from other channels fading from existence after the channel or the creator of said channel died. It’s never happened to them but, the lore was a good horror story when Venturiantale was offline. However, it had become a real threat over the months.
     In the meantime, Cierra grabbed Jordan and brought him to his other siblings. The feeling of family was satisfying. Jordan never thought he’d be able to be with them again, at least not in this world. Even in this warmth, nobody could shake the feeling of dread they all felt, creators and avatars alike.
     “Go on,” Jimmy taunted, “Hit me, fat man, hit me. I know you want to. What are you waiting for? Don’t you want to know my secret?”
     In his blind rage, for what Jimmy has done to the creators, for what he has done to his family, Papa dropped Anabelle and punched him square in the jaw, “Hold him down, Billy.” He called out to the bushes.
     “I got him, Papa!” Billy yelped, jumping out from where he was hiding. That kid may have been tiny but, his hyperactivity gave him supernatural strength. He tackled Jimmy to the ground, pinning him to the ground, “You happy, Papa?”  
     “Yes, Billy, I’m happy.” They heard a yelp from the creators. Venturian had fallen to his knees, clutching his jaw and the side of his head, exactly where Jimmy was hit.
     Ghost ran to Venturian, “Are you alright?” he asked.
     “No,” Jordan murmured, “It really hurts.”
     Everyone heard Jimmy’s laugh. In Billy’s distraction, the madman shoved him off, “See? I told you that’s what was going to happen. Anything you do to me, it’ll happen to him. What are you going to do now, huh?”
     “It’s fine guys!” Jordan begged, “Don’t worry about me! If it means he can’t hurt anyone else, kill him! Don’t let me get in the way!”
     Johnny Ghost crouched in front of his creator. It was weird, to see Venturian beg. He always seemed indestructible yet, with one wrong move, he’d be a goner. And so would he. “You don’t understand,” Ghost explained, “You are the only one keeping us alive. If you were to die, we’d go too.”
     Jordan was at a loss for words. Like a wild animal, his eyes darted around his surroundings, as if a solution could be found in the bricks or the trees.
     Strangely enough, one did. “I’m terribly sorry, sir.” A British accent apologized to Venturian as she caught Jimmy in a chokehold. While all of this was happening, Johnny Toast had gone back into the forest and sneaked out of everyone’s sight to sneak up on him.  
     “Hey, hey, hey!” Jimmy demanded, “What are you doing?” He squirmed and smacked Toast but, she held her ground. She used a few pressure points to distract Jimmy he began to feel lightheaded and stop fighting. His reaction was quite humorous, in all honesty. When he felt the pain, he let out a cry like his host did when the siblings wrestled around when they were little.
     Unfortunately, a similar thing happened to Venturian. He felt the asphyxiation and pressure points, making him let out the exact same cry, only moments after Jimmy. Toast kept apologizing over and over again as she was holding him. Everyone who could congregated around Jordan to ease him down as he lost his balance. Soon, each of them were out cold.
     Everybody sighed, “What are we going to do now?” Cierra asked.
     “Don’t worry,” Toast disclosed, “I know what to do. Acachalla?”
     “Yes?” Papa asked.
     “I need you to look up ‘Soul Binder’.”
     “Why? What does that have to do with-,”
     “Just to it!” she snapped, “I don’t know how long that will keep him out,” Papa opened up his menu and typed each letter, piece by piece. Papa was never really acquainted with a keyboard. It’s much more different than a remote control, making it all the more difficult, “For goodness sake,” Toast snapped, “Let me get that!” She finished it for Papa and pulled it out of the menu. The Soul Binder materialized on the ground. It was a large glass cylinder with a sharp tip on one end. Almost like a large syringe. Toast picked it up and made her way towards Jordan. She took his hand and pricked his finger with it. He awoke in a gasp, feeling much lighter within than he had when he passed out.
     Isaac and Cierra ran over to him. Isaac placed Bethany down so she could hug him and, boy, did she take the opportunity, “Thank goodness you’re alright! Are you okay?” Bethany asked.
     Jordan was dumbfounded by how he felt. It left like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders. A weight he was fairly confident that he’d have to bear that for the rest of his life. Obviously he was wrong, “Y- yeah,” he stuttered, “Uh, Toast, w- what did you do?”
“I took away the bond that linked Jimmy to you,” she explained, “However he connected himself to you, it’s no more.” Sally, Gertrude, and the siblings let out a cry of joy. Venturian was free of that evil madman. Even Papa Acachalla let out a satisfied smirk.  
     Johnny had mixed feelings, “It was that easy?” Ghost snapped, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
     “It wasn’t that easy. You wouldn’t have wanted to install that mod.”
     “Why not?”
     “Because the downloading of this specific mod took a month to do so and make sure it’d work. You wouldn’t have had the patience to wait.”          
     Johnny had no defense. His partner knew him too well, “So, what are we supposed to do now? Just delete it and Jimmy is taken care of?”
     Toast shook her head, “I’m afraid not. I wish it was that easy,” she looked at the Binder, “Deleting it wouldn’t do anything to affect Jimmy. He’d simply be free to do whatever he wished. To make sure Jimmy won’t act recklessly, he needs to be bonded to someone else. Ideally, someone who has experience with him so he doesn’t get out of hand…”
     Ghost didn’t need any more explaining. He knew what Toast was asking him to do. It was time to take up Jimmy Casket again. There was no way around it. He was the only one who knew how to handle him from within. Even Venturian didn’t really know how to handle handle him like he did. Dread filled his heart. Ghost wished he didn’t have to do this but, there was no other choice. If refused, nobody else could keep Jimmy down and he’d escape. This whole thing would happen again. That couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t allow it. He let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll do it.”
     “Thank you, sir. I know this is hard for you.” Toast ran to Jimmy to get a prick from him.
     Meanwhile, Venturian walked up to Johnny Ghost, “This is very brave of you. I don’t know how to thank you.”
     “You don’t have to,” he smiled, “I got that bravery from somewhere.” Jordan brought his creation into a hug.
     Toast returned with Jimmy’s bond, “Are you ready, sir?”
     Ghost nodded, “Yes I am.” Toast pricked Ghost’s finger with the Soul Binder. The weight of Jimmy’s madness was immediate and all too familiar. Fortunately, since they have less of a ‘personal’ connection, Ghost is able to stay standing.  
     Johnny gripped his head, he’d never get used to this burden. At least, once they got back, nobody else could get hurt. Toast came to her partner’s side, “Come on, sir, let’s get you back home,” she turned to the creators, who were still in a reveling bunch, “We’re going to need to use the laptop at your home.”
     “Why do you need it?” Bethany asked.
     “We need a way back,” Toast explained, “I could only program the bracelets that Papa and Billy have to get us from our home to yours. Not the other way around.”
     The siblings looked at one another, “Okay,” Jordan shrugged, “let’s get you home.”

     They decided to take the cars back. There was no need to risk a teleportation error. They’ve already pushed their luck far enough. The siblings got into one car, and the avatars spawned in another one to use. Cierra was driving, Jordan in the passenger, and Isaac and Bethany in the back. The car ride was quiet but, satisfying. It was all over. However, one concern sat on Isaac’s mind, “What are we going to do about the charges?”
     It wasn’t something that had crossed any of their minds beforehand. They had no time to think about it. Bethany did her best to shrug it off, “We’ll figure something out.”
Cierra wasn’t as confident, “I don’t know,” she started, “Do you remember the updates? Jimmy put Jordan on a lot of murder charges. If he’s lucky, he’d end up in a mental institution for the multiple personality thing.”
     “How bad was it?” Jordan asked.
     “Twelvish, I think. He had no mercy on those people.”
     He bit his lip, “That isn’t good. And I doubt anyone will believe us.” Jordan sunk into his seat, “All those lives. I killed twelve innocent people. I wish I could’ve done more to stop him.”
     Bethany put her hand on her brother’s shoulder, “It wasn’t your fault. I don’t know how but, we’ll get through it. We’ll always be there for you, no matter the consequences.”      “Yeah,” Cierra agreed, “Even if nobody else believes you, we’ll have your back. You didn’t want to hurt anyone.”
     “Uh-huh,” Isaac added, “You’re stuck with us!”
     Jordan smiled, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” They spent the rest of the car ride in peace.          

     In the other car, things were a little more hectic. The two Johnny’s were up in the front, Toast driving, and all four Acachallas were stuck in the back. Billy and Sally were fast asleep. At the car windows, their parents were ‘cuddling’ in the middle. To any normal person, it looked like they were angry at each other but, they each knew that their partner was happy.
     Papa Acachalla was finally happy to have his wife and, rather annoying, children together again without the threat of Jimmy Casket looming over their heads. They could all focus on being idiots again, happy, chaotic idiots.
     In the meantime, a little annoying voice was bouncing around in Ghost’s head. Jimmy had woken up and was nagging Ghost, seemingly, with no end. You just had to ruin my fun, didn’t you? And I was having so much fun! You such a pain in the- Johnny was trying to keep his composure but the pressure Jimmy was inflicting on his head was unbearable. “Shut up!” Johnny Ghost shouted. Everyone in the car jumped at the sudden cry and Johnny Toast nearly swiveled off the road. She gave him a sharp look, “I- I’m sorry,” Ghost apologized, “Just getting used to Jimmy again. Not that easy.”
     Toast sighed, “I know it isn’t,” she asserted, “Just hold on a little longer, sir. We should be there in about an hour or so.”  
     At this, the two kids jumped awake, “Another hour!” Sally complained.
     “That’s like forever!” Billy whined.
     Papa groaned, “For goodness sake, Toast, they just knocked themselves out!”
     “Sorry, sir.”

     The siblings were shocked when they got to the house. Everyone had gathered in Jordan’s room, “Y- you can do that?!” Bethany stuttered. She was back in one of her wheelchairs.
     “Yes, we can, miss,” Toast explained, “That sort of program exists between all worlds. Most worlds, you can manipulate what happens in that very moment. Unfortunately, we can only jump through the portal and, ‘reset’ time.”
     “How do you know that?” Cierra questioned.
     “I saw that on my way across. The original plan was to just manipulate the situation in the very moment if anything went wrong but, we can only pull it back to a certain time up to six months in the past. Apparently the physics of the zero world won’t allow that. Too many paradoxes, I’m guessing.”
     “Why didn’t you tell us in the first place?” Isaac asked.
     Papa Acachalla was swirling around in Venturian’s chair, right by his laptop, the place where it all began, “Because, Joan over here, is a forgetful little tea drinker.” He retorted.
     She glared at him, “Very funny, Acachalla.”
     “I thought so.” He shrugged.
     Toast returned her attention to the creators, “Well, what do you think?” she offered.
     “This can’t be happening,” Isaac plopped onto his brother’s bed, “What’s the catch?”
     “Nothing that I’m aware of,” Toast answered.
     “Are you sure? All of this would just be over? Just like that?” Cierra snapped her fingers.
     Papa Acachalla bit his lip, “I can think of one thing-”
     Johnny Ghost chuckled, “You? Thinking?”
     “Yes,” he responded in an oddly serious tone, “As shocking as it is, I do know what I’m talkin’ about every now and again,” he pulled himself out of the seat to face the creators, Venturian in particular, “How can you remember something that doesn’t happen?”
     Jordan gave Papa the eyebrow, “Why would I want to remember what has happened to me? I’d love to forget it.”
     “You’d love to-,” He didn’t know what to say. He spat onto the floor, “Fine, whatever! Don’t let me stop you.”
     Gertrude approached her husband. What was wrong with him? Shouldn’t Papa be happy for his creation? It wouldn’t have to face charges for something he didn’t really do. She didn’t see the problem, “Honey…”
     “No, no!” He growled sarcastically, “He’s the creator. Let him throw away the chance to become stronger person. Even though you could really use it.”
     “Papa Acachalla!” She asserted, making her tough boy jump, “that is no way to treat a creator, let alone your own. Even though he made you doesn’t mean you two are the same. You may both be a family men but, he has traits that he didn’t put into you and you have some that aren’t very him. Don’t expect your creator to be just like you. Venturian doesn’t ask for that. Give him some decency.”
     Papa scoffed, “Me? A family man? Please.”
     “Oh come on, I can see past all that. You would’ve left years ago if you actually wanted to,” she leaned her forehead onto his, “I know you.”
     Papa stood tall. Even though he didn’t show how much her affection was affecting him, Papa could see his wife’s point. There were fans and other people who have contributed to who he is. Besides, if Jordan was to be away from them for much longer, Venturian may become even more different than Papa than they were when he first appearance.
     Gertrude always knew how to tame him. Papa hated it but, couldn’t help but love her because of it. She had a sort of strength Papa couldn’t even imagine before they met. He sighed in defeat, “I love you.”
     “I love you, too.” She gave her husband a peck on the lips and a pat on the chest. She turned to the creators, “Do you want that reset? It is all up to you guys.”
     The Frye siblings looked at one another. The opportunity to erase all the troubles they’ve been through? Bethany’s paralysis? The lives lost? How could they refuse? They nodded at one another, “We want that reset.” Jordan announced. He bounced to the computer to download the famous game that had been removed from the family router: Gmod. As it was downloading, peace and nostalgia overflowed him. The Parakeet’s Pill mod, the mindless yet fun skits, all of it, even Jimmy Casket. Finally, it downloaded and he opened the app, “Well, what now?”
     Ghost got up, “There isn’t anything else to do. It’s open, we just need to jump in,” he dragged Toast to the computer, “It was a pleasure to work with you Vent.”
     “Goodbye!” Toast said as they leapt back into their world. Gertrude followed, saying goodbye to BethanyFrye. Then Sally and Billy. They each gave their creator a bear hug.
Billy was much shorter than HomelessGoomba, being a twelve year old kid, so it just brought of feelings of youth he hadn’t felt in quite a while, even before all of this began. Being nineteen, going on twenty, had made him forgetful of it. As Sally and Billy left, Isaac made a promise to himself, even though he was sure he wouldn’t remember it, to hold onto that youthful feeling for a little while longer. He finally understood what it meant to have faith like a child.
     Finally, all that was felt was Papa. He stood there, ready to leave. Just as he was about to, he turned to Venturian. “Good luck, son. Looks like I’m the one hitting he reset.”
     “Will everything really be gone?” Venturian asked.
     Papa shrugged, “Eh, pretty much. We’ll still remember it and these ‘memories’ might pop into the head of one of your fans as a story idea. With some luck they may actually turn it into a fanfiction for you to read but, who knows?”
     “Yeah…”
     He put his hand on his shoulder, “Hey, everything is going to be alright, okay? You’re doing good. Keep at ‘em.” Papa punched his shoulder as he began to leave, “Keep at ‘em, Venturiantale.” Papa Acachalla returned to his world.
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 13
I can't believe it's over! I started, what? Six months ago? My goodness. Don't worry. There is one more little piece to be released before you get that formal cursive fin. Thanks so much for sticking with me through think and thin (and in a few places where I didn't write at my best). I can't thank you guys enough! Please let me know what you guys think. I value your critiques, even as this comes to an end! 
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     Nobody said anything as they went deeper into the forest. That gut feeling BethanyFrye had earlier was still nagging at her. She thought Jordan would be more talkative than this, especially saying he’s had nobody to talk to for months. He could’ve trained himself to keep quiet for his own sake so Jimmy wouldn’t hurt him. If that was all, she’d be fine. Another thing that bothered her was the difference between the Jordan that ran out of the forest and the one that marched back in. That change in confidence didn’t feel right to her, neither did the way he carried himself. For being with Jimmy for as long as he was, you’d think he’d at least be a little shaken to come back here, even if it was to do the right thing. Yet, he walked without a single fear in the world. She guessed that’s just who Jordan was. Someone who could be up and chipper, even after they’ve gone through hell. That is the Jordan she knew.
     After what seemed like quite a long time of thinking and walking, Bethany came to her brother’s side, “Are you okay?”
     He jumped at her voice, “Huh?” Jordan squeaked before clearing his throat, "Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking.”
     "About what?”
     The question made him nervous. Venturian let out a small, unusual chuckle, “You know what? I don’t remember. As soon as you started talking, I forgot what I was thinking about.”
     “I’m sorry.”
     “No, no. It’s okay. If it was important it’ll come back to me.”
The four of them continued walking. Sally trotted up to Jordan, followed by Gertrude, “Do you have any ideas on how we can slow him down quickly?” the waffle girl asked.
     “I think I have an idea,” he told her, “I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell you here. We can never know where Jimmy is. I’ve tried to escape before. Sometimes he played with me, giving me hope and taking it away at the last second. It was horrible.” Jordan looked beyond with a grim expression on his face. He quickly shook it off, “Anyway, I think we’re getting close. Follow me.” He made a sudden turn and they all followed. After a few minutes, the group was finally there. A few specs of brick and concrete could be seen through a few small clearings in the trees. They hid behind a large bush, where a large piece of the building was missing. Most likely due to a lack of care over time.
     "This is where you were held?” Gertrude asked. Jordan nodded. She frowned, “He could’ve chosen somewhere cozier for you to stay,” she said in an oddly serious tone, “something tells me you had some rough nights on that concrete floor.”
      He let out an uneasy laugh, “You got that right.” In her pity, Gertrude gave him a motherly kiss on the top of his head, and brought him into a side hug. Bethany and Sally joined in.
      "At least it’ll all be over soon.” Sally chirped.  
      “Yeah,” Jordan laughed, “It’ll be over soon, alright.”
As they were keeping an eye out of Jimmy, Sally realized something, “Venturian, can you tell us now what the plan is, now?”
     He gave it some thought and looked over both his shoulders, “Why, yes. I think were in the clear now.” Jordan looked at Sally in the eyes as he let the lies slip away. Starting with his eyes. The brown retreated, immediately replacing them with that fear-inducing red. Then, he smiled. It wasn’t a happy, carefree smile but, a deep, ‘I know you didn’t see this coming’ smile. For the first time in her life, Sally felt fear. Not the childish fear she knew. A spine chilling, heart stopping, ‘my life is in danger’ dread. Jimmy Casket pulled out his knife, disarmed Sally, and put Knifey to her neck. Gertrude Bethany had no idea what had hit them, “I’m quite the actor, huh? Just imagine the look on Jordan’s face when he sees you guys. And he thought I was going after my typical monthly spree.” Jimmy let out his madman’s laugh, “Now, you’re going to tell me what those bracelets are, or the girl gets it.” Gertrude and Bethany had no other choice but to follow.
     Jimmy lured them into the building, fearing for Sally’s life. He was unsure of what but, he knew she was vulnerable. It had to be her reaction to the knife. In Gmod, Sally wouldn’t have hesitated to fight, not fearing death in the slightest. Here, the psychopath could see genuine fear in her eyes, along with Gertrude and BethanyFrye. Jimmy then remembered what he did to Bethany. He made sure he couldn’t run away from him before he was rudely interrupted by Cierra and Isaac all those months before. BethanyFrye shouldn’t be able to walk.
     He noticed something else. The strange things on both the gingers’ wrists. That green computer chip bracelet. Gertrude and Bethany each had one. Jimmy looked at Sally’s wrist with his free hand. She did not. A smile spread onto the madman’s face. He turned to the gingers, “What are those?”
The two cocked their heads, “Huh?”
     “On your wrists,” Jimmy clarified with growing interest, “What are those things on your wrists?”    
     When Bethany and Gertrude realized what he was talking about, a sharp pit hollowed their stomachs. The creator held her ground, “Why should we tell you?” Bethany questioned.
     “Because if you don’t,” he brought the knife closer to Sally’s neck, “the girl who doesn’t gets it.”
     Sally was whimpering but, Jimmy didn’t care. He kept bringing Knifey closer to her throat and the gingers were panicking. “They’re what brought us here!” Gertrude blurted.
     He stopped but, didn’t take the knife away, “That’s all they do?” Jimmy questioned.
     “Well, that’s not everything they can do. They’re also what-,” Bethany quickly shushed Gertrude.
     Jimmy’s arm with the knife tensed, “There’s more. Pray tell, what?” Gertrude and Bethany shot each other nervous glances. What were they going to do? What could they do? “Tell me now or she dies.” Sally let out a scream as Jimmy prepared to slit her throat.
     Bethany gave in, “Okay, okay, okay! I’ll tell you anything! Just stop!” The madman let Sally fall. She dropped to the ground and sprinted towards her mother, holding tightly onto her leg.
     “Anything?” Jimmy couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was making BethanyFrye, one of the creators, beg for one of their creations, him, “Okay then, I do have one big question,” he approached Bethany with that maddening smile, “how are you standing? I know I made sure you’d never walk again. It’s making me mad. And you won’t like me mad.”
     Bethany didn’t want to tell Jimmy why, fearing she’d say too much, but, she saw no other alternative. She threw up her wrist with the bracelet on it, “This,” she explained, “Through a few programming tricks, I was able to walk again. Sally showed me how and I just-,” Jimmy snapped the bracelet off Bethany’s wrist, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
     “Yeah,” Gertrude added, “Be careful with that! Those things are very fragile.”
      Jimmy smiled again, “Are they, now?” he said, observing the chip with little interest. He threw it onto the ground and stepped on the bracelet. They all heard a sickening crack. When he lifted his foot, little shards of the chip were stuck in his sneaker while others were scattered on the ground.
     The sight horrified them all. If only that was it. As soon as the bracelet had broken, Bethany lost feeling in her legs, again. She fell forward and landed onto some of the jagged pieces of the chip. The sharp pieces cutting into her skin were the least of her worries. Jimmy ran to Gertrude and did the same thing to her bracelet.
     He shoved the other two to the ground, “Stay there. If you run,” he put away the knife and pulled out Sally’s revolver, tossing it from hand to hand, “You won’t get very far. I am a very good shot, even though I love Knifey very much.” Jimmy walked into the nearest corner, “I can see Jordan’s face now, when he sees you guys on the ground. I don’t even think I’m going to use handcuffs.” He crouched down and let go of his control of Jordan.

     They had gotten away from the traffic but, Johnny Ghost was still in a sour mood because of it, “We should’ve gotten there hours ago if it wasn’t for those idiots who got in our way!”
      “Well, sir,” Johnny Toast started, “That’s a bit of a hyperbole.”
      “Hyberol-what?” Ghost snapped.
      “An over exaggeration, sir.”
      “Of course it is!” he threw his hands up in the air, only to smack his hands onto the car roof, “You know what?” Ghost opened the car door, “I’m getting out of this car!”  
     By then, the car was going about 60 miles an hour so, when the car door was opened, Cierra and Isaac were panicking, “Are you crazy?” HomelessGoomba snapped, “You’re going to get yourself killed!”
     “Oh please! I’ve jumped out of faster things.”
     “In places where you can come back!” Toast told him.
     “The bracelet, remember? The one you built?”
     “Sir, it’s very fragile. If it breaks, at the speed we’re going you’ll per-,” Before Toast could finish her sentence, Ghost unbuckled his seat belt and threw himself out the car door. “ish.” Cierra immediately hit the brakes to get him back. Everyone got out of the car and ran towards Ghost, who was about 200 feet away. From what they could see, Ghost was okay. He was able to get up. When they got closer, they saw he had a nasty gash over his right eyebrow. Fortunately for him the bracelet didn’t break so, it was healing rather quickly. When Toast got to him, she slapped him, “Have you lost your bloody mind? If that thing broke, you’d be roadkill!”
     “But it didn’t,” Ghost sang, mockingly swinging it in front of the Brit’s face.
     “You’re so bloody lucky it’s not a full moon.”
     “Trust me, I know.” Ghost grinned, “You gotta trust me sometimes.”
     “Shut up and get back to the car.” Toast commanded, dragging Ghost by the wrist.
     “No way!” Johnny cried, “We’ve wasted too much time already.”
     “Well, what are we supposed to do?” Isaac asked, “Teleport?”
Ghost clicked his tongue, “That is what I’m thinking.”
     Toast was dumbfounded by her partner, “Well, aren’t you full of great ideas today?” she snapped sarcastically, “First, you jump out of a car in the zero world. Now you want to risk dismembering yourself apart though teleporting!”    
     “I’m serious. I’m not being impatient,” all three glared at him, “I’m not just being impatient. We have no idea what Jimmy is doing but, we need to get to him now. At first I was okay with waiting but, I don’t think we can wait any longer.”
     “Why do you think that?” Toast asked.
     “I can feel Jimmy again. I can’t see through his eyes anymore but, I can sense what he feels in the back of my mind. He always feels a certain way when he’s just about to kill. We need to get to him now.”
“But, sir, the side effects of teleportation could be very ugly here-,”
     “Now.” Ghost growled.
     Her partner’s reaction scared her. He hadn’t acted like that since Jimmy tried to take over. In the back of her mind, Toast knew he wasn’t taking over but, it was with the same urgency. She turned to Cierra and Isaac, “Cierra, grab his hand. Isaac, take my hand. We have to take the risk.” ImmortalKyodai and HomelessGoomba followed Toast’s command. The paranormal investigators pulled up the menu, got past a password protected area that read, ‘coordinates of teleportation’. There was also a select map option. They each selected that. Zooming in on the place they had gotten familiar with, they presses a certain spot on the map. Ghost and Toast checked with each other that they didn’t end up on the same coordinates. When they made sure of that, they selected the large red button that said ‘teleport’. Before they knew it, they were on their way to Jimmy’s hideout.

      Jordan woke up in a haze. That’s always how it went. Jimmy would wake him up and, in bits and pieces, show him everything that happened. It bothered him how he only had access to the memory’s the madman let him have but, he’d try to move past it. There was nothing he could do about it. When Venturian opened his eyes, he couldn’t make out who he was looking at.
      There were three people before him. They all laid on the ground, out cold. Using his strange physical freedom, he leaped to them, making sure each and every one of them were okay. He flipped each of them over. As he did, Jordan felt his left hand twitch. Casket’s warning sign. Venturian quickly brought his hand into a fist, trying his best to suppress Jimmy’s control. He knew he couldn’t fight him off forever but, Jordan had to hold his ground for now.
When he got a better look, things only got more confusing. Two of them looked like Bethany. One had their hair in a bun, the other had her hair down. The third looked like Cierra in a pink tutu and scrunchie. Fortunately, none of them were hurt.
     It was like some weird dream. The only time ImmortalKyodai dressed like that was to make a joke at home. What on earth was going on? All three began to wake up and Jordan didn’t get the reaction he expected. The Bethany without a bun tried to scurry away with her arms. It looked like her legs were dead weight. She was only able to sit up.  
BethanyFrye couldn’t trust who was before her, “J- Jordan? Is that you?”
He gave an unsteady nod, “Yeah. Who else could it be?” he stepped closer to his sister, “How on earth did you get here? Who are the other guys?”
Bethany shook her head, “That isn’t important. We need to get you out of here. Right now.” She grabbed her brother’s hand and tugged at it, insisting he leave the decrepit building.
     “No, no. I can’t!” Jordan cried, “Getting me out of here won’t do anything,” He bit his tongue. Would she really believe what he was about to tell her? “Jimmy Casket is stuck in my head,” he turned to face all of them, feeling himself lose his body, “Get out of here before he gets me back,” Everyone was at a loss for words. This was Jordan, alright. Jimmy could never fake selflessness. He’d never think to do so. They all knew it. Everyone felt stuck in their places.
     Bethany did the only thing she thought would help. She pull her brother into a hug. He didn’t fight it. He couldn’t fight anything else. Jordan accepted the hug. After about a minute, he let go of the hug, “Thank you.” A sharp, soulless voice said, “That hug was the final blow I needed.”  
     Gertrude tightened her grip on the crowbar, “How could you, Jimmy?” she growled, “Taking advantage of a creator to get what you want. You heartless, terrible son of a-,” Jimmy brought the revolver to her head.    
     “Now, now,” he cooed, “It’s nothing personal. It’s just a little entertainment. You should know.”  
      His words upset Sally as well, who stood by her mother’s side, “At least our entertainment helped people once. Yours only kills.” Jimmy moved the gun to her. At first, the gun made her jump. She thought of backing down. But then, she saw her mother’s legs weaken again. She was going to stand tall for her mother, even if it meant her life, “Go ahead,” Sally taunted, “I’m not afraid. I’ve died before.”
     Jimmy gave Sally a maddening yet calculating look. He was thinking, “You don’t mind dying, huh?” He smiled, “Then I guess I’ll save you for last,” Jimmy shoved Sally out of the way, “Let’s see. Should I just shoot Beth-Beth and let your mommy die with her or should I start with Mama Gertrude and then get BethanyFrye?” He pretended to think, “I’ll go with the double kill.”  Jimmy brought the cold barrel of the revolver between Gertrude’s eyes.
     She turned her attention to her daughter, “I’m sorry, Sally. Maybe God will have some space for us in heaven.” Just as the gun was fired, someone came through a white portal and fell onto Jimmy, causing the bullet to graze the side of Gertrude’s head. She was able to ignore the pain when she saw who it was that got through the portal. It was none other than Johnny Toast herself, followed by HomelessGoomba. It was a very pleasant surprise to see another one of the creators. Unlike the investigator who landed on the madman, Isaac solidly landed on his feet. When he saw Bethany, he didn’t even bother asking how she got here or why the others were there; he just scooped up his paralyzed sister.
     Jimmy was dumbfounded by the Brit’s change. He burst into his madman’s laughter as he pushed her off and got to his feet, “Johnny Toast, this is an interesting surprise, to say the least. But, that was a very rude interruption. Now if you’ll excuse me-,” A red portal poped open and another person fell on top of him. It was Cierra and Ghost landed nicely onto the ground, “Oh come on! That’s gotta be an ImmortalKyodai thing! There’s no way that was planned!” he said, trying to get up again. This time, Ghost was quicker. He took Jimmy’s gun, grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back.
     The madman let out a little laugh, “Why don’t you look familiar.”
     Ghost still hated that laughter. He knew he’d never get over it, “I wish that wasn’t the case.”
     “But it is,” Jimmy grinned, “now, if you could let me go, I’d really appreciate it.”
     “I’m afraid we can’t do that.” Toast told him, “We do not plan of letting you out of our custody.”                  
     The madman sighed, “Looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way.” With no stuggle, Jimmy unleased himself from Ghost’s grip and got the revolver back. The second he had the gun back, he went for his easiest target, Bethany. Because Isaac was in his arms, his first instinct was to run from him, “Take one more step, and I finish the job, right in your arms. I’m not afraid to hurt you either.” HomelessGoomba stopped as quickly as he started, “Good. Ghost, Toast, take off the bracelet thingys. I know what they do.”
     Ghost scoffed, “You really are insane if you think we’re going to-,” Casket brought the gun closer to Isaac and Bethany, shutting him up.
     “We need to, sir.” The Brit said.
     “What?! Are you nuts?” Ghost cried.  
     “Not as nuts as the guy who is trying to kill two of the creators!” Toast snapped, “Just listen to Jimmy. Rebellion isn’t going to do any good.”
     “No way! He’s just going to shoot them anyways!”
     “How do you know that?” Ghost glared at his partner, “Stupid question.  We’re just putting them at risk if we don’t. It’s not about you! We need to do this for them.”
     He didn’t like the idea in the slightest. Ghost kept glancing to his partner, to Jimmy, to HomelessGoomba and BethanyFrye, their eyes begging for their lives. He let out an unhappy sigh. He and Toast took off their bracelets and put their hands to their heads, showing that they were unarmed.
Jimmy Casket smiled, “Good PIEs,” he turned to Isaac and Cierra, “You know, Johnny was right, I’m going to shoot you anyways,” he steadied his hand, “Goodbye.” A gunshot blasted through the air.
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 12
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    “Out of all the things we could’ve faced,” Johnny Ghost complained, “and we get the one we can’t manipulate!” As soon as ImmortalKyodai, HomelessGoomba, Johnny Toast, and Johnny Ghost had got onto the main highway to Vermont, traffic hit them hard. The car had barely moved five miles in half an hour.
    “There was a reason why we’re not using the no clip and teleportation in our bracelets, sir,” The Brit told him, “Rules of ‘reality’ here are much riskier here and could cause-,”
    “Dangerous side effects. I remember!” Ghost snapped, “You don’t need to tell me a thousand times!”
    “Only when you whine about it a thousand times.”
    Ghost crossed his arms and grumbled, “I don’t whine. I ‘express my concerns’,” The paranormal investigators were awkwardly crammed into the backseats, only making P.I.E’s situation more uncomfortable, “For goodness sake,” he blurted out, “can it get any tighter back here!?”
    Meanwhile, the creators were in the front seats, each enjoying the bickering between their creations as they waited for traffic to clear up. When Isaac heard Ghost’s question, he couldn’t resist. Just to his luck, Johnny was right behind the passenger’s seat, where HomelessGoomba was sitting. The troll, grinning from ear to ear, slid his seat into Ghost. ImmortalKyodai and Toast couldn’t help but laugh at the paranormal investigator’s colorful vocabulary. Cierra and Isaac were rather surprised that Ghost knew of those words but, they laughed anyway. This joking and bantering is the only thing that kept them from worrying about what they left behind and what they were going to face.

    Venturian honestly had no idea how he was alive. There was not a day where a knife wasn’t put to his throat. There wasn’t a day where Casket didn’t yell and laugh at him.
    He always fought, still. Whether it was jumping at Casket the best he could or just throwing around a clever word or two, he always protested Jimmy’s control. Venturian had to get used to the pain, of course, but, he wasn’t going to let himself become numb to the pain. He made it a personal goal to feel at least one thing each day. Happiness. Sadness. Pain. The more he felt, the better the day was to him. There were times when he was teenager and young adult where he felt absolutely nothing. And he hated it. Numbness killed him to a point that nothing could. It killed more than death itself. He made a promise to himself when he became a YouTuber to, inside and outside of his channel, never to be that hollow again. Despite it all, Jordan had no plans of breaking this promise to himself. Venturian was going to keep his head high, even if it meant that he was exposing his neck to Casket’s knife.
    For some reason, Casket was a little more talkative than normal. Jimmy had become less of one to talk, since there was little Jimmy was willing to talk about. It was almost like he was trying to control is sadistic impulses as he spoke, “You have a fascinating scream, Jordan Frye. It’s not like the people we kill,” Venturian flinched, “It’s like you want to let it out but, something stops you,” Casket waved the knife in front of Jordan’s face, “I wonder what it is. An attempt to be tough? Obligation?”  Jimmy flashed Venturian a wicked smile that made him sick, “Maybe both.” Jordan had nothing to say. He knew that Casket was being rhetorical. The madman took a deep breath, as if savoring the air around him, “You seem a bit hungry. Is there anywhere you’d like me to go so you can get a bite to eat?”
    Venturian gave it some thought before glaring at Casket with a happily smug smile on his face, ready for whatever consequence Jimmy was going to give for his answer, “As far as you can get from me.”
    The madman didn’t threaten to do anything harmful, like he expected. Instead, he let out a shrill chuckle, “Very funny. Nowhere it is.”
    Jimmy vanished from his sight. Jordan wasn’t sure what he dreaded more. He fact he couldn’t see Casket, or the fact he laughed before he was gone. When Jimmy hides, it means one of two things. One, he’s trying to mess with his head. Two, Jimmy Casket wanted to go into the maze with him again. Jordan began to feel light headed and fell on his side. It looked like they were on their way to the maze.

    Venturian woke to the cold air biting his face. Jordan sat up and took a deep breath, revealing an icy mist when he exhaled. Jordan got to his feet and heard that all too familiar laugh echo throughout the walls of the all too familiar maze. Of course, Venturian thought, let’s get this over with. As far as Jordan could tell, from his many previous endeavors here, there was no escape. Jimmy always found him. And he never had any mercy, no matter how much Jordan begged for him to. Might as well go down trying. Venturian thought before beginning his run. He took the usual turns, sometimes mixing it up to change the routine. Tonight, it looked like Casket was in a mood to go the psychological route. Every now and again, Jordan would see glimpses of his family. The memories of Cierra, Isaac, Bethany, and his mother were bittersweet, now that they were fading. Venturian avoided the turns his family was on, learning that following his family led to a slow psychological torment of hateful words and disapproval. Even though he avoided the routes with his family Jordan always saw them out of the corner of his eye.
    From those glimpses, he could see these things that resembled his family were empty shells. No matter what Jimmy Casket tried, he could never get the slates to resemble any human soul. He could get the tone of voice right but, Jimmy could never perfect the look of humanity. Casket never tried. The blankness of his family’s expressions scared Jordan more than any emotion the madman could simulate.
    Not to his surprise, he hit a dead end. As usual, that same cold, concrete wall filled Venturian with an instinctive fear he could not control. It was a feeling of being cornered. The fear of a wild animal. When he turned around, Venturian saw the empty shells slowing walking towards him. At least this gave him memory of what his siblings and mother looked like, in a time where past memories were slipping away. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember who they were. He knew their names but, who they were as people had slipped away from him. Forcing to leave his memories behind to remember how to survive, to lose his human civility, it was unimaginable.
    Venturian felt the sharp, cool blade against the back his neck. It was none other than the one person he least desired to see, “Scary isn’t it?” Casket asked, “To see the people you were closest to and having no idea who they are.”
    “They’re still my family. I still love them.” Jordan was shoved into the people in front of him.
    The empty group turned him around, firmly holding him in place. Casket gave Venturian that same old smile that he had learned to hate. Even though he hated it, Jordan couldn’t help to fear it as well. “I wouldn’t say that for certain.” The psychopath came close enough for Jordan to catch a whiff the unmistakable smell of fresh blood. That scent had been on his hands far too often. Jordan remembered begging for Jimmy to take him to the nearest river to get the blood washed off his hands and clothes, “You’d be surprised how people can change. You should know.” Casket brought the knife’s edge to his throat, “I changed you.” Jimmy Casket slid the knife across Venturian’s throat. His ‘family’ let go of Jordan and he fell to the ground. Jordan knew there was no point to try and get up but, with the last moments he had, Venturian gave Jimmy the most genuinely hateful look he could muster, just like all the other times when the madman slit his throat. Or beat him to death. Or stabbed him.    

    Venturian always returned in a panic. He’d try to spring up from his restrictions and he’d always let out a cry of pain from forgetting about the cuffs. Jordan hated Jimmy most when he was in that comatose dream-like world.
    And when a night came. A night where Casket was going to kill. Venturian could always tell. Jimmy always got antsier when he wanted to go on a killing spree. Unfortunately, he also got more aggressive towards Jordan in that state when he wanted to go out. This meant more slashes in that place. More pain in that place. More tortuous time in that place. Jimmy’s itchy trigger finger made him less picky to how his sadistic mind wanted to cause the pain. Then, it just happens. It could take only a few hours of this anxiety before he decides to go. It could be days.
    Then, when Jordan least expected it, he felt overwhelming feeling of something trying to shove his mind out of the way hit him like a truck. In the background, he could hear the adrenaline run through his veins. Jordan also feels that same creepy smile etch onto his face. The terrifying experience of Casket taking his body hadn’t lost its edge whatsoever. Because this is a less frequent occurrence, Venturian hardly had any experience in how to stop this from happening, only adding terror to what was happening. Jimmy’s laughing would echo in his head until it’d make his way to his lips. As he began to cackle, Jordan’s eyes became that bright red and he’d have no other choice but to submit to Jimmy Casket’s choices. This was the one scenario where Casket would not allow him to fight.

    Gertrude, Sally, and Bethany had taken some less busy roads got get here to avoid the traffic. They had driven onto a gravel road, not far from the forest they were lead to. The forest edge was no more than 50 feet away from them. They had talked about what to do next.
    “I don’t think we should split up, BethanyFrye,” Sally warned her, “Jimmy does try to pick people off one by one.”
    “I don’t believe Jimmy cares,” Bethany explained, “I think he just wants to kill.”
    “I still think we have a better chance if we stick together.”
    Bethany nodded, “You do have a point.”
    “Okay,” Gertrude agreed, “Now I think we should focus on weapons. Of course, I’m going with the crowbar.”
    “Could I have a Davy Crocket?” Sally asked.
    “No!” the creator and her mother cried.
    The waffle demon giggled, “I’m kidding. I know it’s dangerous here. I’ll just go for a pistol.”
    Gertrude sighed in relief, “Okay. Forty-four magnum it is.” she spawned in a crowbar and a pistol. She turned to BethanyFrye, “I’m guessing you want a crowbar too?”
    While Bethany would’ve preferred something she could defend herself from farther away, nothing else felt right and safe other than the classic crowbar, “Sure.”
    Gertrude spawns in a second crowbar, “Okie-dokie then.”
Just as the three began to walk out towards the forest where Jimmy and Venturian were, someone was running away from the trees, looking over his shoulder as if someone was chasing him. Bethany couldn’t make out much from where she was but, saw that he had shaggy, brown hair and a blue hoodie. The man barely noticed BethanyFrye until he collided into her, slamming each of them into the blue, red, and yellow sports car. Each of them were recovering from the impact. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” he shook the hair out of eyes, “Are you okay lady-,” A flash of recognition came over each of them, “Bethany?”
    “Jordan?” The ginger had no idea what to say. Before she knew it, her brother brought her into a ginormous bear hug, Bethany pulled him out of it, “Are you okay? What happened?”
    “Yeah, I-I’m fine,” Venturian stuttered. He still seemed shaken, “I managed to get away. I-I don’t know how but, I escaped!”
    Gertrude and Sally were just as surprised by this. All of this was coming together much quicker than expected. They weren’t going to let this opportunity get away from them, “We're not out of the woods yet,” Gertrude warned, “Casket probably isn’t far behind.”
    “Yeah,” Sally agreed, “Let’s get far away from here before Jimmy catches up.”
    Everyone starts to get into the car. Except Jordan. BethanyFrye got out of the car, “What is it?” she asked, “We got no time to lose.”            
    Jordan appears torn between the car and the forest, “I don’t know. Something doesn’t seem right.”
    “What doesn’t seem right?” Sally asked, getting out of the car, followed by her mother.
    Venturian bit his lip, “What if we lose him?” he pondered, “What if he tries hurting people without me?”
    “Then that’ll give us more time to get you to a safe place. You’ve gone through enough.” Gertrude told him.
    “It’s not about me,” Jordan cried, becoming more anxious, “It’s about the people he might kill.” He made a compelling point. If Casket lost Jordan, he may try to kill people. And what if he’s able to without him? People’s lives would be at risk.
    “Okay, how about this?” Gertrude suggested, “You stay here, we go check on Jimmy, try to slow him down and come back.”
    “No. You guys don’t know the way. We need to go there together. I’ll lead.” Venturian stomped back into the forest, leaving Gertrude, Sally, and Bethany no other choice but to follow. Bethany couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with her brother. Sure, he had a dominant personality but, never to the extreme where he tries to convince an entire group to follow his idea when he knows they’re against it. Jordan’s time in the forest could’ve done this to him. Whatever was going on inside Venturian’s head, BethanyFrye ignored her gut instinct and followed her brother into the forest.
The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket Part 11
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